Meme from Buffy and Faith.

[deep_red_bells]

I am not: helpless.
I love: shoes and slaying [locked]and possibly Julian. Possibly.[/locked]
I hate: lots of things.
I fear: heights. And abandonment. And failure.
I hope: is to make it through my slaying days at least mostly intact.
I hear: the Michael Buble song Rico is playing while giving foxtrot lessons to some of the girls. And Ruhun decimating his third chew toy. Apparently the little squeakers they put inside them are evil in dog world, and must die.
I crave: strawberries. I don't know why.
I regret: nothing.
I cry: often...but never over the important things.
I care: too much, sometimes.
I always: set myself up for things.
I believe: that everything will be all right in the end.
I feel alone: to be honest, I don't often feel alone anymore.
I listen: pretty well.
I hide: not much. I'm 'heart on her sleeves' girl. I hide my snack cakes and my favorite shoes/jewelry/makeup from the rest of the girls, does that count?
I drive: a Jeep. It's old. It'll bite the bullet any day now.
I sing: decently.
I dance: not all that great, but I'm improving.
I write: here.
I play: my Xbox. Halo to be specific.
I miss: my grandmother.
I search: for an apartment, at the moment.
I learn: quickly.
I feel: better.
I know: things.
I say: too much, really.
I succeed: sometimes.
I dream: every night, and it's never pleasant.
I wonder: if there are strawberries in the kitchen.
I want: strawberries! I really do!
I have: a good life, I think.
I give: my all, I hope.
I fell: once.
I fight: for the lives and future of people who will never know that I or the things I fight ever existed.
I need: for Ruhun to kill the squeaker already. It's starting to get to me.